Lyrics :
Yea,
Smoking in London while the snow fall
In another country so pardon me for the roll call
Damn, who would of thought the fan base was this immense
On the first fucking plane to Paris, so pardon my French
Show sold out
Fans in line, even though its cold out, yea
Touring Europe getting Swiss cheese
Many said I'd never obtain it, now I'm like bitch please
What up?
Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse
Let the flow immerse, hold up, watch it disperse
Visions of Biggie, Big L, and 2 Pac just looking at me
From the gates of heaven while the police booking at me
Open your mental, while bitches give me brain with no dental
Yall probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental
Shout out my cousin Igo, he know this shit sentimental
Been doing this shit for my dogs holding down the kennel
My ex hit me talking bout she wanna make up
But on the real I got no time for cover girls
Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls
I'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner
Watch me elevate to arenas
Me without the mic, that's like Martin without the Gina
Venus without Serena
Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina
I used to bus tables till them tables turned
And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned
And everything I rap about is everything I've learned
So hopefully the listener, could position a situation where they don't get burned
And they can learn from my mistakes
Like I've learned from the greats, to do whatever it takes
For heaven sakes, open your mind, this shit one of a kind
Elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine
What's the deal
Whipping through LA in a Coupe de Ville
On the real, to various people I do appeal, cause of skill
So this the type of shit I'm gon keep making
That make MCs break fast, like flapjacks and bacon
Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers
Never Hollywood, I'm grinding like a cup of Folgers
Bitch I told ya
Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya, indulge ya
Within this shit, I call the second renaissance
The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance
Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense
I'm back again, with another argument about how much I'm black again
Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin
Its kind of funny how your pigment
Determines how people perceive you, that's ignant
Ain't seen my momma in a minute
Cause growing up she called me a nigga that would never amount to nothing
Racism from my own momma, left home cause of drama
But I can make it in the rap game look at Obama
You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story
You don't know what's in store but bitch I stocked the inventory
Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel
You wasn't with me as a child never once did you feel
The pain in my stomach that manifested from the lack in meals
Headed to soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels
We aim to keep it real
And hell no we ain't never missing
Came a long way from eating when government gave permission
Think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen
Just an outcast with a mission to spit to who ever listen
Bitch it's Logic